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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.