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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Can,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.