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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.