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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.