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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.