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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
World's Most,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.