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 Congo 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.