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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Echospace 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Scientists,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.