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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.