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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.