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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.