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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.