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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.