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 Austria 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.