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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding 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.