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 Romania 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Monochrome Set to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.