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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.