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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.