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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 linndrum and a snare 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.