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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Pole,
CMW,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.