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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.