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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.