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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.