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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.