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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.