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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Faust to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.