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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skatalites 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.