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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Television,
Skaos,
Crime,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
ABBA,
UT,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.