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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.