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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.