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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.