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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.