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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.