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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.