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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.