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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.