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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.