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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Television,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.