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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.