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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.