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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Franke,
AZ,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.