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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.