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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.