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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.