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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.