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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.