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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.