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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.