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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.