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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.