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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.