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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visage to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Unwound,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.