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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.