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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
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.