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 Israel 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Mars,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.