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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
June Days,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.