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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.