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 Jamaica 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Index,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.