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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.