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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.