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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.