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 Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.