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 Senegal and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.