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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.