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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Rekid,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.