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 Thailand and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.