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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Scion,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.