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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.