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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.