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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Interpol,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.