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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.