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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Can,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.