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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.