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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.