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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.