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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.