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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.