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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.