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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.