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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.