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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.