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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.