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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.