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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.