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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.