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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.