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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Swans to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.