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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Visage,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.