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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Television,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.