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 Mauritius 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.