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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.