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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.