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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.