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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.