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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.