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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.