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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.