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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.