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 Gabon and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.