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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Brick,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.