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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.