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 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.