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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Index,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.