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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.