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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.