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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.