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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
DNA,
CMW,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.