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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.