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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.