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 India and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.