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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
The Monks,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
10cc,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.