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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Slave,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.