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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.