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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.