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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.