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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.