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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
ABC,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.