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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.