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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.