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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.