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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
EPMD,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.