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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.