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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Normal to the punk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.