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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.