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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Monks,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.