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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.