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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.