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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.