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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.