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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Ronan,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Deakin,
Technova,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.