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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.