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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.