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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.