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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.