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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.