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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Franke,
Qualms,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.