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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Magma,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.