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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Monks,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.