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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.