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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Brick,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.