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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Rakim,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.