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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.