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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.