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 Gabon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.