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 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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
June Days,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.