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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.