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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.