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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.