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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Fortunes to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.