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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Scion,
The Doors,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.