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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Wire,
Index,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.