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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.