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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 John Cale to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
ABC,
MDC,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.