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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.