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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.