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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.