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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.