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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.