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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 United States of America to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.