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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.