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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.