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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Wings,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.