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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.