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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.