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 Botswana 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.