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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.