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 Uzbekistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.