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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.