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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Index,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.