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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.