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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Qualms,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.