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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
MDC,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.