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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.