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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.