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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.