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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.