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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.