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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
John Lydon,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.