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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 Toronto and Lagos.
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 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
CMW,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.