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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
The Zeros,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.