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 United States and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.