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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.