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 Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.