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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.