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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.