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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.