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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.