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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.