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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.