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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.