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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.