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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.