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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.