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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.