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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.