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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.