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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.