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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.