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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.