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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.