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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.