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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.