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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Slave,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.