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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Nas,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Can,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.