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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.