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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.