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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.