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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.