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 Korea South and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.