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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.