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 Niger 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.