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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
UT,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.