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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.