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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.