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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.