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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.