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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.