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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.