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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.