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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.