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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Crime,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.