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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.