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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.