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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.