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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Cluster,
X-101,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.