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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.