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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.