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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.