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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.