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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
MC5,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.