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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.