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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.