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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.