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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.