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 Grenada 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.