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 Egypt and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.