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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.