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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
the Association,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.