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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Mars,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Monks,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.