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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.