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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.