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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.