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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.