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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.