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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.