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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.