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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.