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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.