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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.