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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
X-102,
Erasure,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.