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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.