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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.