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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.