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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Chrome,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
New Order,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.