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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.