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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.