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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.