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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.