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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.