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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.