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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.