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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.