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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.