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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.