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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.