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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
X-102,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.