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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Index,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.