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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Cymande,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.