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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.