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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.