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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Make Up,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.