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 States and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.