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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.