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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.