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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.