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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.