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 Kiribati 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 Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.