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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.