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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Slick Rick 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Can,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Television,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.