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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.