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 Austria and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.