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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.