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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Monks,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.