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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Index,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.