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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.