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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.