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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.