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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Can,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.