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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.