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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.