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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.