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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.