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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.