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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.