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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.