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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.