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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.