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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.