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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 T. Rex 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Associates,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.