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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.