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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.