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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Monolake,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.