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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.