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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.