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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.