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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.