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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.