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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.