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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
The Move,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.