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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.