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 Albania 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.