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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.