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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Fear,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.