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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.