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 Liberia and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Outsiders 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.