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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.