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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.