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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Visage,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.