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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 Taipei and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.