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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.