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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Mars,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.