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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.