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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.