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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.