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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.