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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.