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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.