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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
X-102,
Liliput,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Leaves,
UT,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.