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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.