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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
cv313,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.