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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Inner City,
Franke,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.