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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.