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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.