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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 Lyon and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.