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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.