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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
10cc,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.