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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Technova,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.