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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.