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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Japan to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.