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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.