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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.