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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.