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 Benin and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.