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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.