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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.