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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.