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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.