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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Whodini to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Pole,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.