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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.