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 Jordan and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.