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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.