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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.