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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.