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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.