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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.