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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.