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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.