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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Main Source,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.