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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.