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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.