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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
DNA,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.