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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.