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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.