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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.