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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.