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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.