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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.