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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.