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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.