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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
MC5,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.