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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.