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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
X-102,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.