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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.