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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Brick,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.