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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Franke,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.