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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Q65,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.