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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.