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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Scan 7 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
DNA,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.