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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.