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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.