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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.