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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.