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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Mars,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.