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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.