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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.