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 Serbia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.