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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.