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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.