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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.