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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.