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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.