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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
The Litter,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.