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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
New Order,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.