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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.