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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
the Human League,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.