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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.