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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.