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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.