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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
The Index,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.