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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Wings,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.