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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.