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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Yazoo 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.