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 Tonga and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.