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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
The Evens,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.