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 Romania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.