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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.