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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.