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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.