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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.