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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.