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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Index,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Wings,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.