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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.