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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.