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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.