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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.