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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.