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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.