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 India and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.