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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.