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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.