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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.