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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.