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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Faust,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.