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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.