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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
This Heat,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.