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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.