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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.