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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.