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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brick to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.