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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.