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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.