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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.