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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.