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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.