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 Rwanda 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Smog,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.