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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
MDC,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.