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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.