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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.