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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.