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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.