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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Bad Manners 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.