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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.