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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.