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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 the Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Brick,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.