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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
X-101,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.