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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.