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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 ABC to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.