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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.