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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
The Move,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.