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 Cuba and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.