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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.