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 Germany 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.