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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.