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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.