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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Index,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.