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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.