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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.