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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.