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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Ten City,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.