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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.