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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.