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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.