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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.