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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.