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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.