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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.