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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.