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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.