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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.