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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.