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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.