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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.