Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Television,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.