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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.