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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.