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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Brick,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.