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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.