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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.