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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.