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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.