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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.