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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.