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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.