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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.