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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
The Move,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.