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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.