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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.