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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.