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 Ukraine 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.