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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.