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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.