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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.