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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.