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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.