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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Shoche,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.