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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.