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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.