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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.