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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.