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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.