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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.