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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.