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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.