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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Television,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.