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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Flipper,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Organ,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.