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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.