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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.