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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.