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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.