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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.