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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.