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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Can,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.